[ Suddenly, Susato isn't quite hungry anymore. Her fingers tighten against the countertop, struggling to find something to grip. She doesn't cry; she doesn't know Law well enough, but it looks like she might want to. Something about a father, murdered in front of his son, resonates with her. ]
Of course. It is not my place.
[ Someday, maybe. She opens her mouth, perhaps wanting to ask how he died, and if he ever saw justice, but she doesn't think Alphen wants to talk about it any more than Law. ]
no subject
Of course. It is not my place.
[ Someday, maybe. She opens her mouth, perhaps wanting to ask how he died, and if he ever saw justice, but she doesn't think Alphen wants to talk about it any more than Law. ]